Visitors

Dear Brooklyn,

Nanna and Grandad arrived arrived last night. You picked them up from the airport with Dad and there was no shyness about seeing them at all.. even if it is only the 2nd time in a year (in real life, we skype all the time) you ran up and hugged them straight away.
It is an hours drive to our place from the airport and by the time you got back here, Grandad had already given you a nickname: Turbo Tonsils. Your mouth didn't stop the whole time. In fact, it still hasn't... except when you are alseep.
Today you were helping Nanna with house work and had a spray bottle of water which you believed was Spray N Wipe. Leaving Nanna in the laundry you told her you were off to do housework in the playroom. A minute or two later, Nanna must have had visions of you spraying all sorts of things, couch, walls, your brother...
I overheard her calling out "Brooklyn, just plastic stuff ay?"
Your reply? "Don't you worry about me, I am just in here, you are in the laundry" or something to that effect. Basically, it sounded like you were telling her to just focus on her own job and mind her own business. I laughed out loud.
They are also amused with your constant modesty
"You look pretty" gets the answer of "Yeah. Thanks"
"That's a great tower Brooklyn" gets "Yep, that's because I am a great builder"

I might have to see if one of them will do a guess blog here for you. I am sure they will have plenty of hilarious stories for you.